Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1887-06-15
WHOLE NO. 367

wrong except the ons story or the
man who had served HIM with the
fish that first morning But the
picture. How had they got thatl
Godi he had forgotten. 1t was on the
mantelshelf; he had given 1t to her in the
early days. Ee tore the paper in two,
AMI dashed it on the street On aud on he
walked, until exhausted he restei under
q railway arch. There he fell asleep.
Some time in the night the rough shake
OF policaman reused him up. AT last it
was all overt
"Como, my man. None O. this, you
know. Move on"
He moved on. Down the street was
chapel and an oil graveyard surrounded
by an iron railing. He tried to climb
over. and then realized how woak he had
become AT the corner he succeeded, and
tnmbled over i'll hoap on the sodden
turf He crawled near the building and
slept. All next day he lay there. and in
the evening it began to rain. He must
get out or die of cold aud hunger On
the other side of the graveyard from
which he entered, and outside of the rail-
ings, was scaffolding at the rear OF a
new building. He managed to climb over
the fence on the first floor of the sc lffold
"ul'o, matc; you're a rum un, You are"
came from heap Of rags on the foor OF
the scaffoldlng. "Agoing to lodge wa me
to-nightP
NO." said Marshall, 81 want to get
down. How did you get up."
"Clum mp, to DO sure. It's castor a-goin'
down. Where'd you come from! From
the grave-yardl That's bioomin' go,
that is, I've hs'eri. of 'outer the fryin'
pan into the fire. but, blow me, if ever
he'erd OF cove a climin' outen a grave
yard onter the scaffold."
"What do You meant" cried Marshall,
springing on him.
easy, easy, mate. Don't you como
Marshall on me, or I'll call the peeler."
Mar'halll his name was byword In
London then. He WAS stupefed.
"There'S the way down, and good night
to ye"
MarshalFs knees shook under him as he
stood once more on the street. He bought
some hot potatoes from street vender,
ana ate them ravenously, in the shadow of
a building.
He walked on to take the cold from his
soaked and shivering limbs.
'Gvo a poor bioke a'apon1y,n said a
wretched object trottiag along beside
him.
'I haven't one Leave me alone, will
your
They came und er a street lamp.
'NGov'ner," said the mendicant, catching
him by the sleeve. "Govncr, / knows
yer. Gov'ner-yer pictur's on the wall"
Marshall emptied his pockets Of what
little coin remained in them, and offered
the pennies TO the beggar
mo, gov'ner, woulnnt touch O fardin'
of IT. My eyes, gov'ner, 'ere's bobby ~
The beggar walked off toward the ap-
preaching policeman. Marshall stood
breathless, with staring eyes, watching
the meeting between the officer and the
beggar They met, and the policeman
SAID, with wave of his hand:
"Cut 1t now. Turn it up"
The beggar shrugged his shoulders and
passed on. john Marshall heaved great
sigh of relief. The policeman watched
the retreating beggar for moment. and
then resumed his leisurely walk toward
Marshall. The latter stood with beating
heart un1er the lamp obscurcl by the
shadow it cast around the foot OF the post.
As the officer approached he sud denly
stepped out into the light and said:
"Policenaai 4 an .Jentss-5 5iIdrShaILl'-Lg
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